Chapter 55

"Achoo, a...choo!"

Ban Yilou had just opened the shop door in the morning when he sneezed twice for no reason.

He sniffed, "What's going on?"

Caw... caw...

Two crows landed at the entrance of the Jubaoge, pecking at half a steamed bun that someone had dropped at the shop door the night before.

"Shoo, shoo." Ban Yilou immediately went out to drive away the crows, "What's wrong with today?"

Seeing him run out of the shop with a frown, a group of Yilan Mountain's servants who were just patrolling were startled.

They didn't see that Ban Yilou was driving away the crows. Hearing him say "shoo, shoo," they quickly made a wide detour to carefully avoid the entrance of Jubaoge.

Ban Yilou didn't pay attention to them. After driving away the crows, he returned to the shop, sat down, and started rubbing his twitching eyelids.

"Left eye twitching for wealth, right eye twitching for disaster, what does it mean when both eyes twitch..." Ban Yilou sat behind the counter with a gloomy face, pushing away the accounts in front of him.

However, his gaze soon stopped on the last page of the accounts...

The last page of the ledger was filled with hundreds of entries, all bearing the name of Tang Zheng.

One sweep and a shelf was empty, but Ban Yilou had to remember every item on the shelf in detail.

"That damn..." Ban Yilou's nose itched again, and he sneezed, "Achoo!"

His ledger was pushed to the corner of the counter.

In the corner of the counter, there were two other books. The binding on the spines was slightly yellowed, and at the bottom of the blue cover, a small "Lu" character was written.

"Brother." Ban Yilou looked at the character and smiled, "Your little three-legged cat skills won't be without successors anymore."

After saying that, he sneezed several times, "Achoo, achoo."

He remembered what Tang Zheng had told him before leaving, that business would be good these days...

Could it be that today, without fail, a big customer was coming?

...

The entire Tang Family Fortress was bustling like a spring outing, with some preparing vehicles, some booking accommodations, and some preparing snacks.

The younger children who had never been to Wulong Town were more excited than during the New Year.

The lecture hall was a scene of chaos.

Tang Zheng temporarily became the commander, distributing various materials and putting out fires everywhere...

"Can't use Xuan paper, it will tear in the rain, come to me for silk paper!"

"Yan ink is too diffused, give it to Xuanxuan for painting, use Wen ink for writing, over there, bring the cinnabar a bit closer, make the title bigger, write it clearly."

"Stop fussing over there, A Zhi, if you mess up, just change the paper, we have plenty of silk paper, speed is important..."

"The posters are already done, twelve of them, keep it up, we'll have lunch after fifty!"

"Zi Xie! Zi Xie! Take this flyer and print it, if color is too slow, just black and white."

"Is two taels of purple gold enough... What? Twenty taels of silver is enough... I don't have change, here's one tael of purple gold, be quick!"

Everyone was busy, but there were still a few troublemakers.

Little Lingdang grabbed a handful of ink and smeared it all over A Zhi's face, and a few younger ones laughed at A Zhi.

Tang Zheng had already seen her grab the ink, but when he saw the direction of her mischief, he decisively turned his gaze away. After ten seconds, when she had smeared A Zhi's face black, he sternly stopped them, "What are you doing? Can't you learn from Brother A Zhi? Help dry the posters quickly, anyone who causes trouble won't go this afternoon!"

"Hehe, hurry, hurry..." The younger ones finally quieted down for a moment.

However, this obedience wouldn't last long.

Within a quarter of an hour, they would start causing trouble again.

One by one, the posters were made and placed on the window sills to dry, and the flyers were already taken by Tang Zi Xie to be printed. After a busy morning, the Tang Family Fortress members, big and small, all felt a sense of satisfaction.

In the afternoon, a row of carriages was neatly lined up at the entrance of the Tang Family Fortress.

Except for a few who had important matters and couldn't leave, all the students and martial arts instructors were packed into the carriages, heading for the West Street of Wulong Town...

When the Tang brothers, including Tang Boyuan, saw them off, they momentarily thought that Tang Zheng was leading them to confront the Yilan Mountain directly.

"Now, the three shops on West Street that the Tang Family Fortress has taken over are all at the entrance of West Street. Previously, the Yilan Mountain rented them to Cheng Gongzi for a tea shop, Zhao Erniang for a silk shop, and Wang Dafu for a gambling den. They are still observing the strength of the Tang Family Fortress, and we have not taken action against them yet."

"Hmm..." Tang Zheng listened to Tang Xiaotang's explanation of the so-called "observation" attitude, which probably meant that if the Tang Family Fortress was not strong enough, they would take over the shops directly?

In a place like Wulong Town, shop deeds were contracts if you were strong enough, but if you were not, they were just pieces of paper.

Tang Xiaotang continued to explain the characteristics and customs of Wulong Town, and A Zhi listened very attentively.

Unconsciously, the Tang Family Fortress's convoy had already entered the town from the East Gate, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the small windows of the carriage, bright and warm.

A Zhi and Little Lingdang, one on each side, each occupied a window, seemingly finding it particularly interesting to look outside from the carriage.

Of course, Tang Zheng had already passed the age where he could understand such fun.

He sat in the carriage, continuing to listen to Tang Xiaotang's explanation of the various confrontations between the Tang Family Fortress and the Yilan Mountain over the shops on West Street.

"Hey, there's a group of servants watching us, they are from the Yilan Mountain, right?" A Zhi suddenly turned back, very interested.

Tang Xiaotang glanced outside, "Yes."

As the carriage entered West Street, it inevitably attracted attention.

After all, West Street had always been the territory of the Yilan Mountain, and today, the Tang Family Fortress's convoy driving straight in was a big event for the Yilan Mountain!

The drivers of the Tang Family Fortress's carriages were all subconsciously tense.

"Master, where should we stop?" One of the drivers in front lifted the curtain and asked Tang Zheng.

"Go forward, through the second street, Jubaoge!" Tang Zheng replied.

"..." The driver's eyes widened, "Jubaoge? You... are sure it's Jubaoge?"

"I'm sure, just stop at the entrance of Jubaoge." Tang Zheng said with a smile.

Tang Xiaotang immediately fell silent, looking at Tang Zheng with shock.

Jubaoge?

They were going to stop at the entrance of Jubaoge? Who were they kidding?

Just like how they would avoid the Baolian Workshop on East Street, Jubaoge, though not on the same level as Baolian, was still an important industry of the Purple Gold City. Publicly parking in front of it would likely end in a very unpleasant way.

Meng Fenghua, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, now opened them, "Jubaoge... at the entrance, not good, right? We could stop across the street. By the way, what are you going to Jubaoge for?"

Tang Zheng shook his head, "Just stop at the entrance, stopping across the street wouldn't be a safe zone."

"What's a safe zone?" Tang Xiaotang, who was already used to Tang Zheng's occasional new terms, asked casually.

"It's a place where bad guys don't dare to go." Tang Zheng gestured, "If a bad guy tries to kill someone in a safe zone, an NPC will instantly kill him."

"Uh, what's an NPC?" Everyone except for Old Ghost asked in unison.

...

After explaining what an NPC was, their carriage had already arrived at the entrance of Jubaoge.

The two or three groups of Yilan Mountain's servants who had been following behind were shocked to see where their carriage stopped, almost popping their eyes out.

Jubaoge!

Was the Tang Family Fortress coming to die collectively?

Even the head of the Zhaixing Sect wouldn't dare to park his carriage at the entrance of Jubaoge when shopping!

"Tang Xiaotang, arrange it. I told you that within three hundred steps of the entrance of Jubaoge is a safe zone, they can start posting posters and distributing flyers!" Tang Zheng turned to Tang Xiaotang and instructed, then jumped off the carriage and strode into Jubaoge, calling out, "Old Ban!"

Ban Yilou was behind the counter, checking and organizing the accounts, when he heard the commotion outside. Just as he was about to go out to see what was happening, he saw Tang Zheng come in.

Ban Yilou glanced outside and then turned to Tang Zheng, "Why are you just coming? The casting book I pulled out for you is about to be eaten by rats."

Tang Zheng smiled, "I needed a few days to prepare, right?"

Ban Yilou suddenly felt uneasy, "What are you preparing for?"

The noise outside continued, and Ban Yilou remembered that his Jubaoge had never been this lively!

Although Wulong Town was a mix of good and bad, no one had ever dared to cause trouble at Jubaoge.

Seeing Tang Zheng's smile, Ban Yilou decided not to ask and rushed out the door...

A Zhi's flyer was just handed to him.

Ban Yilou took it, glanced at the title, and almost fainted!

The title of the flyer was only four characters: "Strength Proxy Purchase!"

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